His Nanny Is Actually The CEO
Language: en
Five years later, across a mahogany conference table that smelled of expensive wax and corporate indifference, I looked into the eyes of Daniel West again. As the representative for the vendor, he shook my assistant’s hand with a practiced, oily charm. Then he turned his gaze toward me, his expression curdling into a look of patronizing superiority. "Working for someone else must be exhausting, Laura," he said, his voice smooth, as if there were no jagged glass between us. He leaned back, the king of his small hill. "If you’re done throwing your little tantrum, you can come back. I’m…